Black Poetry : Wandering

Wandering
The earth
Observing the
Degradation
Degradation
Degradation
Degrading facets of life
People no longer care
Arbitrary actions
Anarchist ideals
What has this world come to?

Wandering
And wondering
If this is all life is about
No
There must be more
For it this is all
Then it’s a sad epitaph
That we cannot leave a legacy
To those who may come after us
If there is any after we have gone

Wandering
Looking for a home
Yet finding none
No open door
No kind smile
No helpful hand
Reminds me of that night
In Bethlehem
No room at the inn

Wandering
Taking in all I see
As the cold air of the night
Whips my body up and down
Causing me to gather my cloak
Around me
I keep wandering
Looking for a better way
Can’t accept the fate
This world
And its societal ills
Has deemed for this man

Wandering
Never satisfied
There must be a purpose
For one
Born out of due season
Alone
Friendless not by circumstance
But by choice
For I would not want a friend
To share my journeys
Through a decaying wasteland
Of humanity

Wandering
Never stopping
Just observing
Noting in my journal
For others to read
So that they may know
That they all may know
What to expect
When it’s their turn to wander.